Our Lady of Fandom, Sunday

[merciful_parable]

A week of blessed (perhaps literally, even, though Carter was not the sort to presume that sort of thing) normalcy had left him time to breathe and feel settled in his skin again. It had taken most of the week to sort out the varying messes that the summer had made of the church and now, with the sun shining, and his work for the moment done, he left the doors open and took a seat on the front steps.

There was nothing quite like a good book, nice weather, and oh—

"Hello," he said, smiling at the butterfly that landed on his knee.

Well, maybe he wouldn't get much reading done for a little bit since he didn't dare move too much and dissuade his lovely little visitor from staying…